Back at the Yu family, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mom... Mom..." Xinxin, who was on the crawling mat, kept crawling towards her mother.
An Ning picked up her daughter with guilt. "Sorry, Mommy didn't come home last night. Did you miss Mommy? Mommy will go upstairs to change clothes and come down."
"Milk, milk!" Xinxin tugged at An Ning's clothes, wanting to breastfeed.
An Ning blushed at the thought of her chest. "No, Mommy can't feed you now."
Xinxin, who was drooling, pouted her little red mouth and started to cry, "Milk, milk..."
Why wouldn't Mommy feed her? Why? She hadn't had Mommy's milk for a long, long time.
Wang Ma had already prepared the formula and coaxed, "Here it comes, milk is coming!"
Then she stuffed the pacifier into the child's mouth.
Xinxin turned her unhappy little face and spat out the pacifier. "No... No..."
She meant she wouldn't eat.
